In which J. installs the windows and I break one. I redeem myself with my elegant curves.
In which J. puts the last fastener in the roof and breathes a sigh of relief.
In which we continue working on our roof, and forget why we started in the first place.
In which small carpentry jobs and big life philosophies are discussed.
April, 2018. I look forward to maple sugaring season like a child looks forward to Christmas. So pardon me if I wax poetical about the mysteries, the vagaries, the brutalities, the unfathomabilities that are the maple syrup season. For me, the significance of maple syrup season is not, in fact, those jars of sticky goldContinue reading “Home-Grown Sugar”